Okay, so this is the first in a long-promised series of posts regarding the food here in Russia…
…and when I say long-promised I mean long-promised to myself and perhaps my dad. We’re a pair of hungry hungry hippos (although neither of us eats marbles) when it comes to our bellies, so “What’s the food like?” is generally one of the first questions whenever either of us has been anywhere new.
If I promised anything to you (my dear readers) then you’d have given up hope on me long ago, as you would have realised that my ambition exceeds my output by an almost exponential factor… or perhaps it’s more like an inversely proportional relationship? The more I want to get done, the less time each individual ambition can receive, so it is less likely that anything ever gets finished…
Although if you’re reading this then it’s my third blog post in a week, so fingers crossed I can keep up this momentum!
I should also put a disclaimer here that very little of this post is actually about food.
Posted in Nights Out, travelogue, Ventilation
Tagged Bobbins, Food, Judo, Kebabs, Manchester United, Russia, Russian Cuisine, Spiky Bastards, Thieving Gits
A bold statement you may think, but there is a very simple logic which proves this beyond any reasonable doubt. Continue reading
Posted in Curiosities, Philosophisations, travelogue
Tagged Dollars, elastic bands, Euros, Friction, Gangsters, India, logic, Mafia, Mickey Mouse, Money, Roubles, Russia, Thieving Gits
Nobody is more surprised than me!
Not in general… In general I’m sure there are many people who are more surprised than me.
It would be quite a big claim to suggest that I was the most surprised person in the world. Actually I think it is rather ridiculous to suggest that you are the most anything in the world. There can only be one “most” anything in the world, and to claim that you wholehearted believe that it is you, would seem to me just one step too far into either arrogance or blind naivety!
Having said that, I am clearly the best lover in the world! Continue reading
Posted in Curiosities, travelogue
Tagged accents, arrogance, Bobbins, integration, naivety, native, resurrection, Russia, Saint Petersburg, surprise, teaching russia a lesson, the best lover in the world
Talking of Tesco, that is, not a talking Tesco, which would be one step too far towards a dystopian future I don’t want to end up in (*).
But talking of Tesco, and their insistence on opening stupid little metro or express stores on every street corner, rather than (what they were good at) larger supermarkets, or even hypermarkets (man there are some proper big Gypermarkets here: in Russia ‘H’ often becomes ‘G’ at the start of a word, in case you’ve just joined)… I’m afraid Saint Pete got you beat!
Allow me to introduce the Micro Market!
Awwwwww, isn’t it sweet?
You even get contact numbers for Sabina, Dasha and Nastia (Anastasia), although sadly Vika’s number is obscured in this shot. (and it seems Sabina is available 24 hours… doesn’t the girl ever sleep?) Continue reading
Obviously an Easter bunny with two large phalluses… surrounded by eggs.
Or at least that seems to be the case according to the website of supermarket chain Prisma this week. Continue reading
Posted in Curiosities, travelogue
Tagged Cornflakes, Crucifixion, Crunchy Nutty Cornflakes, Easter, Happy Rabbit, Kelloggs, Orthodox, Phallus, Prisma, Tesco
Whilst in Sochi I decided to do my first bungee jump…
This is a lie. I actually decided not to do the jump because it was a hundred quid and I couldn’t really afford it… I also harboured the romantic notion that if I was going to do a bungee jump then I’d really like to do one with a head dip into water at the bottom… but my friend Lena was doing it so I went along to watch.
Then I saw it! Continue reading